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If Floods of Tears Could Cleanse My Follies Past
Now Cease, My Wandering Eyes
Come, Ye Heavy States of Night
White as Lilies Was Her Face
Woeful Heart with Grief Oppressed
Faction, That Ever Dwells in Court
Shall I Sue, Shall I Seek for Grace?
Clear or Cloudy Sweet as April Showering
Humour Say What Mak'st Thou Here
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